40: Pharmacy Plan

Lin Yu surveyed Zhao Tianyang before him.

Not bad.

After being cleansed by two hundred Life Serum, he was completely reborn. The foundation of his body, which had been depleted by the misuse of potions, was not only fully replenished but also strengthened to some extent by the nourishment of immense vitality.

His physique was robust, and his qi and blood were abundant.

It was clear that his talent was indeed excellent; he was a promising individual.

Lin Yu then sensed the invisible “Master-Servant Imprint” in his mind.

It was very solid.

Zhao Tianyang’s current loyalty, mixed with the relief of surviving a disaster, the fear of the unknown, and the despair over the enormous debt of one hundred million, formed an extremely stable emotional shackle, binding him firmly.

Very good.

A qualified tool had been initially forged.

Next, it was time to upgrade the tool.

Lin Yu no longer held back.

He took out the three heavy metal boxes that Old Ghost had given him from his storage ring.

“Bang, bang, bang.”

The three boxes were placed on the ground one by one.

“Boss?” Zhao Tianyang looked at these three boxes, which were clearly extraordinary, and was puzzled.

Lin Yu ignored him, instead squatting down and opening the first box.

A deep red potion lay quietly within, its liquid pure and rich in luster.

Giant Strength Elixir (Original).

Lin Yu reached out and activated his skill.

Card Transformation!

This time, he met almost no resistance.

Supported by five hundred points of mental power, converting items of this level had become effortless.

A card glowing with red light appeared in his hand.

He followed suit, converting Windwalkers Breath and Heart of Stone into cards as well.

Three top-tier attribute potion cards, representing strength, agility, and constitution, lay quietly in his palm.

Based on his previous experience with Clarity Potion, to raise a basic attribute from zero to the five hundred point limit would require at least two thousand potions.

Considering subsequent drug resistance, this number might only increase.

Then, he would take two thousand of each.

Lin Yu’s thoughts stirred.

Ghost Card!

Multiplication Card!

His current five hundred points of mental power were enough to support him in maintaining twenty-two Multiplication Card simultaneously.

But he didn’t need such an exaggerated multiplier.

Eleven Multiplication Card, two to the power of eleven, was exactly two thousand forty-eight.

That was enough.

Buzz—

The space within the storage ring once again began an exponential, frantic proliferation.

The three original potions, Old Ghost’s private Clarity Potion, and the Life Serum as an auxiliary consumable, began to double rapidly in quantity.

In just a few breaths’ time.

The cycle stopped.

Lin Yu waved his hand.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—

Inside the empty bunker, a rain of potions poured down!

Four small mountains and one large mountain appeared out of thin air.

One pile burned with a deep red light, representing pure strength.

Giant Strength Elixir (Original) x2048.

One pile swirled with a light green vortex, symbolizing ultimate speed.

Windwalkers Breath (Original) x2048.

One pile emitted a heavy, earthy yellow halo, signifying an indestructible physique.

Heart of Stone (Original) x2048.

One pile emitted a blue, pond-like shimmer, representing mental power!

Clarity Potion x2048.

And the last pile, also the tallest, its golden light almost illuminating the entire bunker’s dome.

Life Serum Standard Edition x8192.

Zhao Tianyang stood rooted to the spot, completely petrified.

His body trembled violently uncontrollably, his teeth chattering, making a “clack-clack” sound.

He looked at the four mountains of wealth and power piled before him, his brain completely ceasing to function.

He remembered Old Ghost’s words.

“These three potions, on the black market, each one costs no less than eight hundred thousand! And they’re priceless!”

Eight hundred thousand… per potion.

Here… how many potions are here?

Two thousand forty-eight potions.

Zhao Tianyang’s lips trembled, and with his already somewhat muddled brain, he began to do a math problem he had never dared to imagine in his life.

Eight hundred thousand… multiplied by two thousand forty-eight… one hundred sixty million?

No… one point six billion?

He couldn’t calculate it anymore.

This number had exceeded his scope of understanding.

And this was just one pile.

There were three piles here!

That would be… nearly five billion?

And that golden pile! That was Life Serum! The previous two hundred were worth one hundred million!

Here… there were over eight thousand potions here!

Four billion?

Adding it up… it was… it was… “Thud!”

Zhao Tianyang’s legs gave out, and he knelt down once again.

He didn’t kowtow, nor did he beg for mercy.

He cried.

Not out of fear, nor out of excitement.

He just looked at the four small mountains of cards, and tears streamed down his face uncontrollably.

He had… calculated himself to tears.

He thought of his life over the past eighteen years.

Born into an ordinary family, he studied and trained desperately to change his fate and to allow his parents to live a good life.

He thought that as long as he worked hard enough, he would succeed.

It wasn’t until he encountered those inferior potions that he realized that effort was worthless in the face of true shortcuts.

He took a shortcut, then fell into an abyss.

He thought his life was over.

But now, what did he see?

Nearly ten billion in wealth, casually piled on the ground like trash.

His outlook on life, his values, his worldview, were utterly shattered at this moment, then reassembled in an incredibly distorted way.

It turned out that money really was just a number.

It turned out that power could really be created out of thin air.

It turned out that the gap between people could be even greater than the gap between humans and gods.

Lin Yu ignored his subordinate, who was already in a daze.

He walked to the wall and pressed the communication button.

“Bunker Three, what do you need?”

It was still that cold electronic voice.

“Open another room.”

“What level?”

“Same level.”

“’Throne’ level space expansion, already exists. Opening a subordinate space of the same level next to it, fee is ten thousand per day, one month deposit, one month in advance.”

“Understood.”

Lin Yu swiped his black card.

“Beep. Payment successful, balance seven hundred ninety thousand.”

Another twenty thousand disappeared.

“Rumble—”

The metal wall next to him slowly opened a similarly heavy alloy door. Behind the door was another identical, despairingly empty, huge space.

Lin Yu pointed at the five piles of potions on the ground.

“Your task.”

His voice echoed in the empty bunker, clearly reaching Zhao Tianyang’s ears.

“Inject all of these.”

“Until all four basic attributes reach five hundred points.”

Having said that, Lin Yu didn’t spare him another glance, turning and walking towards the newly opened door.

He was also going to begin his own enhancement.

But as the boss, he had to maintain a basic sense of mystery and intimidation.

Sitting in a row with his subordinate, getting injections?

Unseemly.

“Rumble—”

The heavy alloy door slowly closed behind him.

In the vast space, only Zhao Tianyang remained, and the four mountains of potions worth nearly ten billion before him.